Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5988 (Five Thousand Nine Hundred and Eighty-Eight) Blowing Cloth

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Didn't he say anything while you were standing there?"

"It's not that I didn't say it." said the man with the brown hands.

"What did you say?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said: "I remember he was talking to himself at the time, saying something like: 'Let me see... Let me see...'"

"Has he been looking under that thing of yours?" asked the Gray Hand.

"He looked under that thing, and then started looking somewhere else." The brown-handed man said, "and then he looked at me for a while."

The Gray Hand Man said, "How do you see yours?"

The brown-handed man said, "It means moving your eyes directly from under that thing to me."

The gray-handed man asked, "Did you also say 'let me see' as you just said?"

"Yes." said the man with brown hands.

"Do you know why he looks at it that way?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I don't understand." said the man with brown hands.

"What happened next?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“He asked me if I was tired of carrying that thing,” the Brown-Handed Man said.

"Were you tired?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Average." The brown-handed man said, "I mean it's still average at this time, but it will be different later."

"How did you answer him?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I told him, 'There is no such thing as tiredness when you work for the Lord,'" the brown-handed man said.

"What did he say?" asked the Gray Hand.

"He asked me if I really thought so," said the Brown Hand. "I said yes."

"What happened next?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"He blew on the cloth covering the thing," said the man with the brown hands.

"Was it blown by magic?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes," said the brown-handed man.

"What happened to the cloth?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"The cloth seems to be flying upwards," said the man with brown hands.

The gray-handed man asked, "Are you trying to prevent the cloth from flying?" "Yes," said the brown-handed man, "I'm holding it tightly to prevent the cloth from leaving the thing."

"Was it useful?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's useful." said the man with brown hands.

"He couldn't even lift the cloth with his magic?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Maybe he didn't really intend to make the cloth fly?" asked the brown-handed man.

"So what exactly does he want to do?" asked the Gray Hand Man again.

"It seems like he is testing me." said the man with brown hands.

"Will you try harder to prevent it from getting wet?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The Brown-Handed Man said, “That’s how I felt at the time.”

"How long did you try?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's just a matter of blowing a few long breaths." said the man with brown hands.

"Bu didn't get up, so you guys spoke next?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Yes." The brown-handed man said, "He asked me if I was tired."

"Are you tired by now?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes, and it's getting more and more tiring." said the man with brown hands.

"You have just said that. How are you going to respond to him this time?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I said, 'I am working for the Lord,'" the brown-handed man said.

"Are you tired without answering?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I thought I couldn't give a direct answer at the time," said the brown-handed man, "otherwise I would be putting myself in a difficult position."

"If you answer like that, will he say something to you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"You guessed right." said the man with brown hands.

"What did you say?" the Gray Hand Man asked again.

The Brown-Handed Man replied, "He said he knew I was working for him. It was so obvious that I didn't even need to say it myself."

The Gray Hand Man said, "That's really hard to answer."

"I didn't expect that. I didn't give a direct answer, but I still put myself in a position." said the man with brown hands.

(End of this chapter)